"I'm not...like you. I'm not human. Here, can I have your hand?"
It pushes up one sleeve of its hoodie up past a metal hinge-joint elbow, and takes her hand to brush her fingertips against it and the plate that runs along the back of its forearm, then down to a more human hand.
"I'm a cyborg construct. Part cloned human tissue, mostly machinery. I was built to protect assets, and was leased out by an insurance company as part of their services. Of course I don't have a home, I'm not even a person, not really."
It doesn't like being touched, but there's no other way to explain itself when she can't just see what it is. But after a moment, it gently pulls away.
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It pushes up one sleeve of its hoodie up past a metal hinge-joint elbow, and takes her hand to brush her fingertips against it and the plate that runs along the back of its forearm, then down to a more human hand.
"I'm a cyborg construct. Part cloned human tissue, mostly machinery. I was built to protect assets, and was leased out by an insurance company as part of their services. Of course I don't have a home, I'm not even a person, not really."
It doesn't like being touched, but there's no other way to explain itself when she can't just see what it is. But after a moment, it gently pulls away.